I have to admit that my kids (all four of them) are usually great sports when it comes to any projects I ask them to get involved with.
(Eric would most likely insert the term "harebrained" somewhere in here, but that's not important right now. =D)
I especially love when they show enthusiasm in spite of not having all the details.
Me: "Adam, I need a mandolin to slice stuff. Will you come with me to the store?"
Adam (who has no idea what a mandolin is or what it's used for): "Absolutely!"
For the uninformed, a mandolin is a sleek device for slicing food quickly, expertly and uniformly. (This is the one I got - here's a link in case you're interested in getting your own.)
After the run to the cooking store and the mandolin purchase. . .
Adam: "What are we making this week, Mom?"
Me: "A tortilla. Not a 'tortilla,' but a 'tortilla.'"
Adam (who has no idea what I'm talking about or why): "Umm . . . well then, do I get to use the new mandolin??"
I love that boy.
Adam and I are cooking over at Babalú today while simultaneously addressing that age-old cooking conundrum:
If you know the answer, please leave a comment. ;-)